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When my wife and I fly together we usually drink a bit and enjoy each other's company quite a lot. She tends to dress the way that I like at these times. Once, in an airport, on an extended layover, we sat at the bar and got to chatting with a fellow that I could tell she had taken a liking to. Through the first drink we were just chatting with no thought of anything more than the conversation. With the second drink, I could tell that my wife was becoming somewhat flirtatious - something that she does not do easily. With the third drink, I put my hand on her thigh. She had on a rather conservative looking knee length wrap around skirt. She was also wearing a blazer with a very sheer camisole under it. To this point the blazer was buttoned and though the camisole could be seen, it was rather more professional than sexy. About halfway through the third drink (and it should be noted that my wife usually stops at one drink, as she only weighs 110 lb) I decided to try to work her skirt off of her knee. Normally such a move on my part would have resulted in my wife removing my hand from her leg. But in this airport, far from home, with her inebriated and flirting with a good looking man who was also a good conversationalist, she gave no resistance. My maneuver worked much better than I had expected, as the flap of the skirt slid, not just off of her knee, but most of the way down her thigh. My wife's very shapely legs (the woman runs 3 miles a day) came starkly into view. I think we were all a bit shocked but my wife, adding to my shock, made no move to adjust the skirt. Although, extremely turned on by this, I was also a little self-conscious. My wife was seated between the two of us and we each had our bar stool ...

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